One Of The Outstanding Trips To Remember !
This is an emotional filled story about one of the best duck hunts of the season. The weather did not always agree with the hunts and the comfort of the hunters. But duck hunters are nothing if not resilient when it comes to the weather.
We have gone on many a hunt even with a skiff of snow on the ground. Raining , sleeting just down right uncomfortable conditions. But there we were in our blinds waiting excited about hearing the call of the wild ducks, and anxiously waiting for the birds to get within range and firing the first shot.
Thermoses of hot coffee to try to keep us warm while we wait. And waiting is the name of the game. Or is it call Patience?
This is a great must read story …
Canvasbacks Under Prairie Skies
They came low. They came fast. They won.
We were lying flat on the ground with our heads toward the howling wind. From this vantage the gray water beyond our feet looked more like a storm-tossed sea than a prairie lake.
Except that there was only a hundred yards of open water before us, and beyond that lay a swale of native prairie grass, ripped by wind. We were tucked into layout blinds mere feet from the water’s edge on what is in wet years an island and in dry years a peninsula.
This was a wet year, and there was no other way to get to the island except by canoe. Only duck hunters would be crazy—or stupid—enough to venture out in such weather in a canoe.The wind was clocking 20 knots and promised to rise.